tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069Tue, 29 Nov 2016 14:33:38 +0000cultural differencestipsfriendsfoodhusbandportugueseWhy I Came Hereexercisefamilyholidaysteaching englishVisitorsfrustrationtransitapartmentbackpacking in South Americaplaces to seesundayNinaTravelwomenHalloweenchristmascity eventscookingpartiessoccerthe little thingsanniversariesbicyclebloggerscanadacarnavalcrazy headdating myselffavelasgoalsgymhaircutslistsnew yearspregnancythe happiness projecttheftyogazona sulSao Pauloacupuncturebackpacking in Mexicobankingbathroomsbig bumbirthdaycatscaught being goodcheatingfamilia favelinhafriday afternoon dance requestfuneralsghostsgringagripehandicappedhangoverhappinessheatlocksmanicuresmcdonaldsmedicineoscarspetsrainreflectionsrunningsicksleepsnacksspiritsmstereotypessweattaxisvisawaxingAdventures of a Gringa in BrazilMy Happiness Journey in Riohttp://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)Blogger143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-1635641991463066612Thu, 16 Aug 2012 14:39:00 +00002012-09-05T13:58:19.286-03:00My Adventures: Part DeuxA little insider's tip.....<br />&nbsp; <br /><a href="mailto:writelindsey.mc@gmail.com" target="_blank">Email me</a> if you want to find out where the next phase takes us... http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-adventures-part-deux.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-3471287937008492067Tue, 17 Jul 2012 13:57:00 +00002012-07-17T10:57:25.159-03:00The End.Holy crapping hell, I'm leaving Brazil TOMORROW.&nbsp; Ah, where to start... what to even say!&nbsp; My journey started nearly three years ago and for so long there was no end in sight.&nbsp; Well, here we are.&nbsp; How quickly you have arrived, End.&nbsp;<br /><br />Looking back on my first blog, my fears at that time were real and they eventually did come true.&nbsp; Language barriers, sharing a house with parents, not making friends and so much more that I hadn't even expected... What was most surprising, though, was the joy I would find in overcoming all of those fears. Living with Ro's family for the first year of our life was tough - but without them I wouldn't ever have learned to speak Portuguese (at least at the level I speak it today). I'm so grateful for that experience because it brought me closer to my husband - I was able to understand his family, his upbringing... be an actual part of his family.&nbsp; It's pretty amazing to have a true second family who think of you in that way too.&nbsp;<br /><br />I didn't expect the amazing relationships that would come after the bumpy part of my solitary life.&nbsp; I needed to experience that time alone so I could appreciate even more when the friends eventually came.&nbsp; I will miss those friendships incredibly.&nbsp; Unlike any connection I've had - we bonded over our common experience of being a foreigner.&nbsp; And then we bonded over deeper things.&nbsp; We learned to be more open to different people in our lives.&nbsp; We learned to explore our own cities, and each others' cities, together and venture outside of our comfort zones.&nbsp; We learned that it's actually not so scary and it's 'cool' to be different.&nbsp;<br /><br />What I complained about so much I know is all part of Brazilian 'charm'.&nbsp; How is it that what you once hate you grow to love? Even 'Brazilian honesty' just became a part of life and in the end, I appreciated it more than the alternative - silent opinions and insincerity. <br /><br />Today I'm changed. I'm going home the same woman and an entirely different woman.&nbsp; More love in my heart, eyes much more open to the differences in the world, an incredible appreciation for family and my 'home'.&nbsp; The truth is I feel like we have two homes now.&nbsp; I feel a deep need to keep the Brazilian connection strong once we arrive, just as I worked to keep my Canadian one alive during our time here.&nbsp;<br /><br />After all, I literally have something that is half Brazilian growing inside of me.&nbsp;<br /><br />I guess what I have ultimately learned at the end of this journey is about creating my own happiness.&nbsp; There are moments (sometimes really really long moments) that seem to just drag you down and work against you.&nbsp; We all have the strength to get the hard times and the other side is often so much brighter.&nbsp; I've also learned that despite all of our worrying, things ALWAYS work out.&nbsp;<br /><br />Because as the saying goes,<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Everything works out in the end... and if it hasn't worked out yet, then it isn't the end."</blockquote>Happy travels to you all!&nbsp; Thank you for all of the love and support each of you has given me.&nbsp; I couldn't have done it without you.&nbsp;<br /><br />.... stay tuned for my new blog 'After Brazil'...<br /><br />http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/07/end.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-4555593949698511008Wed, 04 Jul 2012 18:00:00 +00002012-07-04T15:16:26.045-03:00Nobody Told Us to Fall in Love...I just woke up from a distressing dream.&nbsp; (I'm sick, which is why I'm sleeping at 2pm... just a side note).<br /><br />In my dream,&nbsp; I had arrived at home in Canada (without Ro - I think he was coming later) and my sister was going to meet me on a bridge to take me back to our old house (which was actually the first house I ever lived in).&nbsp; I was really excited and anticipating the moment I would arrive.&nbsp; When we arrived home we passed some relatives on the stairs on the way into the house.&nbsp; My aunt commented that my face had changed so much, that she wouldn't have ever recognized me on the street.<br /><br />After being in the house for a little, I realized I could hear this drilling.&nbsp; This loud, brain rattling, drilling.&nbsp; My mom said my dad was scraping something off the walls in the basement.&nbsp; My first thought was <i>why hasn't my dad stopped his drilling to come say hi to me?</i><br /><br />I ran upstairs, trying to get away from this drilling sound.&nbsp; I closed all the vents and windows, but I couldn't get away from the sound.&nbsp; I realized it was snowing outside.&nbsp; I remembered all the times I had said while I was in Brazil that I hated the hot weather and missed the cold winter so much.&nbsp; As I looked at the snow I felt that deep coldness inside and I thought, <i>but I don't like THIS winter...&nbsp;</i><br /><br />Later, I was in the kitchen with my sister and she brought out a box of desserts.&nbsp; I said, <i>'oh great!&nbsp; I can't wait to eat all of the desserts I couldn't eat while in Brazil!' </i>but when I looked at the dessert in her hand I thought, <i>but I don't like THIS dessert...</i><br /><br />Suddenly I heard Ro talking on the phone.&nbsp; He was talking to someone in Portuguese about the price of some item that we are selling at our house.&nbsp; He gave the person on the other end our Brazilian address which caught my attention, because we weren't living at that address anymore.&nbsp; Suddenly I realized that in my anticipation to get home to Canada, I hadn't even 'said goodbye' to our apartment in Brazil.&nbsp; I felt a deep loss.<br /><br />I began to feel really alone, really sad that we weren't in Brazil anymore.&nbsp; I thought to myself <i>We came to have the baby here and that's good.&nbsp; If we aren't happy we can go back.&nbsp; </i>I asked Ro (who was suddenly, of course, there with me) <i>'Did we make a mistake?'</i><br /><br />His response in true, logical, dream fashion, <i>'No, you're just sad that we are living in the suburbs now.'</i><br /><br />I woke up suddenly still in my living room in Brazil and felt an enormous sense of relief.&nbsp; I could still say goodbye to everything here.&nbsp; But I started to cry when I told Ro about the dream.&nbsp; I asked him, "Are we making a mistake? I'm worried about how it will be for you... I don't want you to have to 'deal with moving'."<br /><br />His response in true, logical, Ro fashion, "Nobody told us to fall in love with someone from another country...."<br /><br />Sigh. Somebody always has to 'deal'.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/07/nobody-told-us-to-fall-in-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-2661125882556040399Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:27:00 +00002012-06-20T14:27:27.180-03:00ChangesToo many changes happening in my life.&nbsp; Combine that with the fact that Ro uses our only laptop for his work translating, finding the time to write blogs is rare if not non-existent.&nbsp; But I do think I need to write SOMETHING, for god's sake.&nbsp; I owe it to myself to document this very emotional and monumental time in our lives.<br /><br />First, I am pregnant. <br /><br />Second, we are leaving Brazil.<br /><br />Third, we are going to re-assimilate back into North-American Culture.&nbsp;<br /><br />While I think about these three things OFTEN, I'm fairly calm and not overly worried about the uncertainty of the near future.&nbsp; Uncertain simply because we are re-starting our lives once again (ie. finding jobs, finding housing, finding our social circle).&nbsp; On a positive note, we're going back to a place we've been before.&nbsp; On a terrifying note, nothing will be the same as it was when we left, 2 1/2 years ago.&nbsp;<br /><br />Maybe it's my style to go kind of numb to these changes until I'm actually experiencing them.&nbsp; I'm so anxious to get them started.&nbsp; Maybe it doesn't feel as terrifying as I think it should because it's not the first time we've done something big and life-altering.&nbsp; I know everything always works out in the end.&nbsp; <br /><br />So, maybe it's really just the anticipation that's taking me over... To be honest, and no disrespect meant to any of my friends here in Brazil, I'm finding it very easy this time to cut ties.&nbsp; Leaving Canada was so much more intense, so many tears, so much insecurity.&nbsp; I'm in an infinitely different place in life this time and know how much I'm capable of... I think all who have made the move to another country can agree that we've been to the breaking point once or twice without actually breaking.&nbsp;<br /><br />But, what will my friendships be like once I'm back?&nbsp; Will they change?&nbsp; When they change, will there still be common ground?&nbsp; Will I be able to balance my friendships, a new baby, a new/old life, as a different person?&nbsp;<br /><br />Now I'm overanalyzing... the whole main reason we're going back is to have our baby.&nbsp; Neither of us have jobs that are keeping us tied to Brazil.&nbsp; Healthcare is public and wonderful in Canada.&nbsp; I can use a midwife that is also covered under the healthcare system.&nbsp; I will be close to my mom.&nbsp; We will have more security, more stability, great local programming... I'm really really looking forward to being back.<br /><br />Do any of you have fears about moving back to your home countries? &nbsp;http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/06/changes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-5620541710842710650Sat, 12 May 2012 22:11:00 +00002012-05-12T19:11:28.096-03:00canadalistspregnancythe happiness projectWhy I Came HereThe Next ChapterNothing to report lately - except obvious baby stuff but I don't want to fill this blog up with that.&nbsp; That's what my Facebook is for ;)&nbsp; Oh, and my English classes, Skype sessions with Mom and every waking second with my husband.&nbsp;<br /><br />Clearly I have baby on the mind and it's kind of taking over everything.&nbsp;<br /><br />But, well, I also have other things on my mind... like Canada.&nbsp; So it's official.&nbsp; We're moving back to Canada.&nbsp; I'd say permanently, but seeing as our lives will be forever divided between two countries, I can't say that for sure.&nbsp; I can say for sure that two months from now our bags will be packed and we will be on our way to the airport to close one chapter of our lives and open another one.&nbsp; <br /><br />While I'm completely certain that this is what I want, and feel like we're currently in a good place emotionally/spiritually/mentally in Brazil to say goodbye, what I'm having the hardest time with is the actual finality of this adventure.&nbsp; <br /><br />The first <strike>bit</strike> 20/29 months of my Brazilian life were really really really difficult.&nbsp; I was not very happy, not in a great place, going through a lot of personal challenges... but after we moved (for the FOURTH time in 2 years!) things took an incredible turn for the better.&nbsp; I actually started to see Brazil more clearly as my haze of hatred lifted.&nbsp; There are many things I can credit (like our new neighbourhood, finally having friends close by, less travel time, and more culture - and don't forget, I started seeing an amazing psychologist).&nbsp; But things really did get better.&nbsp; I am happy now.&nbsp; <br /><br />Now after getting through almost two years that felt like they would NEVER END, I can't believe we only have two months left!&nbsp; It's this bittersweet feeling that I've been grappling with lately.&nbsp; There are a lot of things that are not ideal about Brazil, but there are a lot of awesome things that I'm going to miss as well.&nbsp;<br /><br />Portuguese is one of them.&nbsp; <br /><br />Also, farmer's markets. <br /><br />Beautiful scenery. <br /><br />Easy get-away weekend destinations.&nbsp; (and I only just started getting into these!)<br /><br />Friends who 'get' the difficulties.&nbsp;<br /><br />Being 'the foreigner'. &nbsp; <br /><br />Teaching English privately.<br /><br />And especially, being close to Ro's family, and my second family.&nbsp;<br /><br />Two months is not long before we say goodbye to these things for a little while.&nbsp; I think, however, I've become addicted to change so I'm really anxious and excited about starting anew.... As hard as things have been, I'm leaving this country more aware, accepting, patient and adaptable than when I started.&nbsp; It's been a journey I wouldn't change for anything!&nbsp; <br /><br />http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/05/next-chapter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-2274818375786126066Wed, 25 Apr 2012 19:41:00 +00002012-04-25T16:48:10.170-03:00Preferential TreatmentA new cultural experience I'm about to embark on is the 'Pregnant Lady in Brazil' experience.&nbsp; In Canada, pregnant women exist (obviously) but, in my experience, they aren't fawned over nor do the seas part when a pregnant lady walks into a room.&nbsp; Pregnant women, in turn, do not expect such treatment (at least I don't think they do).<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07rszAbe2fI/T5hR9i0KuZI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZrAOk2RKLSg/s1600/61610-004-9FE5DF71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07rszAbe2fI/T5hR9i0KuZI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZrAOk2RKLSg/s400/61610-004-9FE5DF71.jpg" width="400" /></a>In Brazil, pregnant women are like Goddesses, carrying the Miracle of Life in their pouches.&nbsp; The Law even bows to pregnant women, as it's actually the LAW that Preggos can move straight to the front of any line (name a line - the bank? Yes. A crowded 5-star restaurant? Yes. A food bank? You can count on it.)&nbsp; They get the preferential seats on the bus and they also get to line up in the preferential lines at the grocery store (and probably move to the front of that line even! They can trump any line!)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZKZn_0W-kc/T5hPoYRgZFI/AAAAAAAAAig/Zbh0Fa2FMQU/s1600/assento-preferencial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZKZn_0W-kc/T5hPoYRgZFI/AAAAAAAAAig/Zbh0Fa2FMQU/s400/assento-preferencial.jpg" width="400" /></a>The reason I've been thinking about this lately is because I just don't have this natural instinct in me, to finally take advantage of this special treatment.&nbsp; I recently spent the weekend with a good friend who happens to be 7 months pregnant.&nbsp; She fully pulled out her pregnancy card everywhere we went (btw, if you are with said pregnant woman, you ALSO get to butt the line!)&nbsp; She even pulled out the "it's the law!" card.&nbsp; She told me that since the beginning, she has carried her ultrasound photo around with her taking advantage of her right wherever she goes!<br /><br />I find this shocking simply because I admire her guts!&nbsp; I guess I've been a little conditioned to believe that pregnancy isn't an illness, and therefore shouldn't award you special treatment.&nbsp; I had to come to terms with this change in perception after moving here but I can honestly say that I love this law.&nbsp; I love the way Brazilian culture looks out for its citizens who are a little less-than-able (that goes for seniors as well as pregnant women).&nbsp; For a culture that I perceive to be so "everyone for him or herself", Brazilians have really pulled together to respect this courtesy and make sure others respect it too.<br /><br />It makes me a little sad to know that I won't be staying here to fully experience this huge gesture of kindness (we are moving back to Canada to have our baby -&nbsp; more on that in another blog).&nbsp; In fact, it was slightly distressing to me to speak to a Canadian friend who told me that she parks in the 'Expectant Mothers' reserved parking spots because "pregnancy isn't an illness."&nbsp; News flash.&nbsp; Neither is old age.&nbsp; Should we take away their spots too?<br /><br />I'm not taking one opinion and turning it into the opinion of an entire country - I trust my loveable Canadians that they wouldn't do that!&nbsp; But I'm curious to know if other expats were surprised/annoyed/un-phased by this pretty strict law??&nbsp; I did find it a little shocking since it's about the ONLY law that all Brazilians really abide by.... I mean, we all know that nobody respects traffic laws!&nbsp; Similarly, have any Brazilians had any interesting experiences being pregnant outside of Brazil?&nbsp; <br /><br />Thoughts/experiences? <br /><br />http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/04/new-cultural-experience-im-about-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-6285112556016768179Tue, 24 Apr 2012 22:54:00 +00002012-04-24T21:24:30.371-03:00cultural differencespregnancyBreaking News<br />Sometimes things are so unbelievably new and exciting that I can't talk about them here.&nbsp; Primarily, because it's important that I talk to my family about these <i>novidades</i> in person, so they don't have to find out about them in digital ink. &nbsp; <br />So, two months since my last blog.&nbsp; And in the last two months my life has taken on a completely new direction.&nbsp; My apologies for anyone who was missing my blogs - I was! - but now that I've talked about everything with our families I can finally go back to putting my thoughts on this hypothetical page.<br /><br />So, the big news is I'm pregnant!&nbsp; Three months pregnant, to be exact.&nbsp; Turns out that I was already pregnant during Carnaval (albeit only, like, a week - but still... whoops!) Went out with a bang there...<br /><br />I find it strange that almost every Brazilian person I tell about my pregnancy follows up directly with "Was it planned?"&nbsp; Pardon?&nbsp; Was it planned?&nbsp; What an oddly personal question that does not go against my expectations of Brazilian culture at all.&nbsp; So, ok, yes it was planned.&nbsp; And if it wasn't?&nbsp; Would I get a look of pity??&nbsp; I might start saying it wasn't, just as an experiment.<br /><br />I also have to add an aside here:&nbsp; I know NOTHING about babies, pregnancy, giving birth, normal reactions towards pregnant women, etc., etc.... so if I am slightly shocked by some of these 'oddities' but you think they are apparently normal, please feel free to enlighten me.&nbsp; I'm really only basing things on how I would react to a pregnant woman.&nbsp; Not that I have even personally known that many, so therein lies the problem (probably).<br /><br />The next thing that people almost automatically do is touch my belly.&nbsp; It's like being pregnant automatically removes your 'personal space shield' and it's a free-for-all for anyone who wants to touch you.&nbsp; I'm not sure how I feel about this.&nbsp; On one hand it's kind of comforting, on the other hand my inner conscious screams "STOP! THIS IS MY BODY! I AM MORE THAN A GIANT BELLY!"&nbsp; But people would probably disagree with that so it's best to just let it happen.<br /><br />So, as I said, I'm totally dumb about pregnancy.&nbsp; I've never had a close friend have a baby, never even a family member whose pregnancy I got to experience.&nbsp; I think the last time I even held a baby was when I was about 10 years old.&nbsp; So, there are some things happening to me that I didn't know to expect...<br /><br /><b>1. INSANE EXHAUSTION</b>.&nbsp; Holy freaking hell.&nbsp; I was so so tired during the first 3 months that I slept at every possible opportunity (and I'm talking for like 3-4 hours, and that was AFTER sleeping 8-10 hours at night).&nbsp; Another reason I stopped blogging.<b>&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><b>2. INSANE HOT FLASHES.&nbsp;</b> Meaning the 'flash' lasted all day, everyday.&nbsp; I was never not sweating like a fat, sweaty man and add to it that Rio has been going through a giant disgusting heat wave for the last 2 months.&nbsp; I was in my own personal hell and thank god that part is over. &nbsp; <br /><br /><b>3. HORRIBLE HEADACHES.</b>&nbsp; I am having what the doctor (and by doctor, I mean Internet) calls "tension headaches".&nbsp; They squeeze my head on the sides and leave me feeling totally debilitated.&nbsp; To make it worse, I can't take any medicine while preggers.&nbsp; (Also didn't know that I couldn't take over-the-counter medicine... ugggh) <br /><br /><b>4. MY BODY IS LITERALLY WIDENING.&nbsp;</b> Yes, Danielle.&nbsp; LITERALLY.&nbsp; I noticed it about 3 weeks ago that the circumference of my hips was actually broader.&nbsp; My husband noticed too (he was totally more excited that I was).&nbsp; Oh, and thanks to that my pants don't fit anymore. <br /><br /><b>5. WILD, CRAZY DREAMS.</b>&nbsp; I repeat, wild, CRAZY, dreams.&nbsp; Vivid.&nbsp; Allllllllllll about pregnancy, giving birth, breast feeding, my relationship with my mom and my dad... and are we seeing a theme here?<b>&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><b>6. HAIR GROWTH.</b>&nbsp; Oh, yes.&nbsp; We've heard the stories that pregnancy gives you a beautiful head of hair.&nbsp; I guess they conveniently forgot to mention that the hair grows EVERYWHERE else too.&nbsp; Even my eyebrows are growing faster than normal.&nbsp; And where I could usually go 5-6 weeks between waxing, now I'm an every month kinda girl.&nbsp; (Not that I am going anymore anyway!&nbsp; It's waaaay too sensitive down there!)&nbsp; (P.S. Before you say ok TMI Lindsey, I have vowed to give as much information about this pregnancy to spare others from being surprised like I have been!)<br /><br /><b>7. DOUBTS.&nbsp;</b> For me, there has also been some guilt because I started to doubt if I was really ready for a baby, ready to be a mother, etc etc.&nbsp; I guess it's normal, but there is this expectation for women to be SO thrilled and overjoyed all the time at the idea of being pregnant.&nbsp; Throw some raging hormones into the mix and you're not always so confident in your decision...<br /><br />For now those have been the biggest mysteries unfolded.&nbsp; I'm preeetty sure there will be many more fun surprises and I caannnn't wait! (there is a great need for a sarcasm font!)&nbsp; The good news is, I'm back!<br /><br /><br /><br />http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/04/breaking-news.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-4427540079904640613Sat, 25 Feb 2012 17:42:00 +00002012-02-25T15:47:26.303-02:00theftCrime in the Streets of Rio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhbJQY13094/T0kbn_3-6JI/AAAAAAAAAiA/exaScL9BThY/s1600/stealing_a8rm1no1c2woo4800g480s80c_6ylu316ao144c8c4woosog48w_th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhbJQY13094/T0kbn_3-6JI/AAAAAAAAAiA/exaScL9BThY/s400/stealing_a8rm1no1c2woo4800g480s80c_6ylu316ao144c8c4woosog48w_th.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We've all heard the warnings that Rio is a dangerous city, people will rob you at any opportunity, etc etc etc.&nbsp; I don't know if it's just an exaggeration or if I've just been really fortunate, but I have never had a problem while living in this city.<br /><br />Well, <a href="http://www.gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-son-of-bitch-who-stole-my-bike.html">my bike was stolen</a>, but my bike was also stolen twice and my husband's once while living in Toronto.&nbsp; I don't count that one.<br /><br />I've heard stories though, of course.&nbsp; A friend of a friend of a friend.&nbsp; A friend of a friend.&nbsp; Even more worrisome, an actual friend.&nbsp; But generally it's perfectly easy to get by with some general common sense and caution.<br /><br />I always keep my bag close to me.&nbsp; I always look around me while I'm standing at a stop light or while I have my iPhone out.&nbsp; I always lock up my bike, even if I'm just going to sit down in the park with it beside me.&nbsp; I always keep an eye out for weird looking people, people who appear to have a different reason than me for being in any given space.&nbsp; It's just better to be extra cautious than to regret losing something you could have avoided losing.<br /><br />Yesterday a friend and I went to do yoga in Parque do Flamengo, a kind of notorious place for having sketchy people.&nbsp; I've done yoga there before though, I keep to myself, it's really peaceful.&nbsp; We finished our fantastic podcasts and started on the walk home.&nbsp; I had my bike with me, my iPhone in an arm band and my mat strapped to my back.<br /><br />I was doing my usual talking and looking around and I saw about 5 weird-looking guys coming up the side of the path (coming from the rocks by the water on Praia de Botafogo).&nbsp; Even though there were a lot of people around and it was daylight, they looked suspicious and yes, I already had my guard up.<br /><br />Then, my worst fear became a reality as one came RIGHT up beside/behind me.&nbsp; It felt like he was trying to corner me against my bike or something, as he started to grab at my mat (which he probably thought was a bag) and my phone strapped to my arm.&nbsp; My automatic response was to push him as hard as I could and scream.&nbsp; My friend started yelling too and I kept pushing him and there was this, like, scuffle where I later found out my shorts got ripped.<br /><br />Luckily, my mat bag strap was super tight, and my arm band was wrapped in a way that he couldn't just rip it off and run.&nbsp; UN-fortunately, the only name I could think of to call the guy in Portuguese was <i>seu folgado</i>, haha, probably one of the most unintimidating names possible.&nbsp; It means something like "you ignoramus!"&nbsp;&nbsp; Swearing in English was much more cathartic in that moment...<br /><br />Anyway, the dummies couldn't get what they wanted so they took off (the fools ran right INTO the traffic almost killing themselves along the way.... idiots).<br /><br />Just to make it clear: I am ok.&nbsp; I was actually pretty pumped that nothing got taken and also that I stood up for myself BUT I've also been reminded that I was lucky and that I/you should really be careful in how you handle this kind of situation.<br /><br />This also isn't any kind of burn on Rio or Brazil - I know it could happen anywhere, and I've been fortunate that I've never had this kind of problem before.&nbsp; A friend said to me, "It's not a matter of 'if', it's a matter of 'when'", and even though that's slightly cryptic and fear-mongering, it IS better to be safe than sorry (no matter what country you live in).<br /><br />This is the reality of the world we live in.&nbsp; Just don't tell my mom...&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />As for me, I won't let this incident stop me from returning to that park.&nbsp; I've been there so many times before without issue.&nbsp; I know this is a one-off.&nbsp; But maybe next time I'll leave my bike so I'm not such a distracted-looking target.&nbsp; I don't know... I just hate the idea of <i>vagabundo</i> people infringing on my freedom to live!&nbsp; <br /><br />Anyone else have any stories of theft?http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/02/weve-all-heard-warnings-that-rio-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-5140800632377129750Thu, 16 Feb 2012 20:38:00 +00002012-02-16T18:49:40.322-02:00carnavalWhere will you be from Feb 17-21?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znokfdOKwxo/Tz1pNeA_W3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/SaKqsX4r0XE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znokfdOKwxo/Tz1pNeA_W3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/SaKqsX4r0XE/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />If you live in Brazil, you know where you'll be... Carnaval!&nbsp; It's not like you can escape it, so you better just buck up and enjoy.<br /><br />You either "love it" or you "hate it" (I guess you could equate it to <a href="http://eatrio.net/2011/07/that-is-so-wrong.html#more-1612">Tom's description of Marmite</a>).&nbsp; Well, I'm going to be devious and create a sub-category of "It's ok".<br /><br />This will be my third attempt at Carnaval.&nbsp; The first year, we stayed waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out in Recreio (where we used to live) for the entire 5 (+14 or so) days of Carnaval.&nbsp; I was thoroughly disappointed.&nbsp; Like, this is it???? The most exciting thing I saw was a make-shift 'funk' party on the beach, but even that wasn't much different from your average North-American nightclub.&nbsp; Not a single bloco to be seen in Recreio. <br /><br />I thought to myself, and out loud, "This is bullshit.&nbsp; This can't be what all the hype is about???"<br /><br />Then, last year, I stayed with a friend in her apartment in Ipanema (in the south zone).&nbsp; It was a whoooooooooooooole different pile of crap.&nbsp; A literal pile of crap, as there were, literally, piles of crap on the street.&nbsp; Problem is, in the South Zone (where the big 5 (+14) day party happens, there aren't enough bathrooms.&nbsp; And there is a lot of beer and fried food being eaten.&nbsp; That equals a lot of doo-doo and tee-tee on the streets of Rio de Janeiro.<br /><br />The music from the blocos (street parties) was blasting through the air DAY AND NIGHT.&nbsp; It was difficult to get around, due to millions of people everywhere.&nbsp; It was generally just non-stop and a liiiiiittle too much for me.<br /><br />This year we live in Zona Sul, on a relatively quiet street.&nbsp; I was expecting my Carnaval experience to be really good this year!&nbsp; Close enough to the action but far enough away that I can escape it if I wanted to...<br /><br />But alas, what did I see as I walked home today?<br /><br />The Dance School next to my house.&nbsp; I live 2 doors from Casa de Danca Carlinhos de Jesus.&nbsp; They have a popular bloco called Dois pra lá, Dois pra cá.&nbsp; The sign out front says they are moving the time of the bloco (which was in the afternoon) Now it starts at EIGHT.&nbsp; IN THE MORNING.&nbsp; Right outside my window.&nbsp; All morning until noon!&nbsp; **Shudder**<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzFHIE_B8aQ/TzwJvhwnA0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/GPk1GOzd9r8/s1600/19v28yq85cxxd3qr9dsimukgj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzFHIE_B8aQ/TzwJvhwnA0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/GPk1GOzd9r8/s400/19v28yq85cxxd3qr9dsimukgj.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This many people outside of my house?!?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>I guess I can't escape Carnaval no matter where I live!&nbsp; Well, then as the old cliché goes... If you can't beat 'em.... Might as well smash yourself in the face with the sweet sounds of Samba!<br /><br />This year in addition to waking up to a bloco in my bedroom, I am going going to spend the night at the <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samb%C3%B3dromo_da_Marqu%C3%AAs_de_Sapuca%C3%AD">Sambodromo</a> to watch the actual Carnaval parade!&nbsp; I know, I am such a Carnaval freak.&nbsp; Thanks to <a href="http://qualidadedevida-jim.blogspot.com/">this guy </a>for hookin' me, and 7 of my friends up... <br /><br />So it will be a totally new Carnaval experience for this girl.&nbsp; I'm giving it another go, and we'll see if after this, my third Carnaval, I will finally emerge from the masses screaming "AMO O CARNAVAL!"&nbsp; I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess probably not...<br /><br />Either way,<br /><br />BOM CARNAVAL A TODAS!http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-will-you-be-from-feb-17-21.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-7032256829216649063Wed, 08 Feb 2012 17:14:00 +00002012-02-08T15:14:15.179-02:00friendsreflectionsFriendships: Past vs. PresentSo, I stumbled upon my old blog that I kept all throughout university.&nbsp; I'm currently in the middle of reading the entire 3 year collection and all I can say is it's hilarious!!!!&nbsp; First, because it's purely a diary.&nbsp; Like "today so-and-so did this to me" and "I'm so mad I can barely see!"&nbsp; While it's not all that much different from this blog, it's way more personal, and dare I say, risqué?&nbsp; I go into a LOT of personal detail that I would NEVER share here.&nbsp; Does that mean I've become more censored as a person or just that my audience is different? &nbsp; <br /><br />Haha, one thing that's kinda flipping my mind is that it appears that I used to have a very easy time talking to my friends and telling them EXACTLY how I felt about them.&nbsp; I wasn't afraid to show my rage, my frustration, my sadness, or the pure elation I had from being friends with them.&nbsp; I felt totally entitled to speak my mind. &nbsp; <br /><br />It got me wondering if friendships like that are still possible, in our adult lives?&nbsp; I have met some incredible people living in Brazil (especially incredible because they are multiple nationalities who share a common experience - wild!).&nbsp; I would even say I have some very good friends here.&nbsp; But are friendships nowadays the friendships of our past?&nbsp; Is that even possible?&nbsp; I don't know if I would feel comfortable laying it all out on the table for my friend, because I wouldn't want to risk too much conflict or fighting. <br /><br />Maybe it's the nature of friendships here... they all feel temporary.&nbsp; At least because we know that one day someone will leave.&nbsp; Or maybe it's because we are all just guests in this country, and don't have the same roots and histories of our home countries.&nbsp; Maybe now, as adults, we have the capacity to see what the future 'means', and that things don't last forever as we once thought in our naive adolescences.&nbsp;<br /><br />Or maybe it's even simpler than that, and this is just growing up.&nbsp; We develop nuclear families that satisfy our need for close, intimate relationships and our friendships become like the Clinique Bonus Gift (gotta say though - I always LOVE that bonus gift!). <br /><br />Anyway, just curious to know how anyone else would evaluate friendships in the past vs friendships today.&nbsp; Do you think you've become less 'intimate' with your friends?&nbsp; How do you maintain intimacy if you have it??&nbsp; So curious about this....&nbsp;http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/02/friendships-past-vs-present.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-6910293918938817020Sat, 04 Feb 2012 16:10:00 +00002012-02-04T14:13:22.725-02:00teaching englishtipsMy Guide to Being a Good Teacher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixM7WC3J5qw/Ty1WPoq5Q6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0r3mELHRsag/s1600/180871024v9_460x460_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixM7WC3J5qw/Ty1WPoq5Q6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0r3mELHRsag/s400/180871024v9_460x460_Front.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>After I wrote <a href="http://www.gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/01/learn-portuguese-with-brazilian.html">my last post</a> (about my *ahem* <a href="http://www.gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/p/learn-portuguese-with-brazilian.html">PORTUGUESE-TEACHING HUSBAND</a> *ahem*), I obviously started thinking about ways I could help him optimize his teaching career.&nbsp; I started thinking about teaching in general, and about what makes someone a 'good' teacher.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A lot of people assume that&nbsp; <span style="font-size: large;"><i></i></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Moving to another country = Teaching *insert native language*.</span></span></b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span><i>&nbsp; </i></span><br />A lot of speakers of said native language (let's be honest, the native language is often English) believe the following mathematical equation.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I speak English ∴ I can teach English.&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nROJwS4Rz4/Ty1TIyj4CFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EeGRBvGbD2w/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nROJwS4Rz4/Ty1TIyj4CFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EeGRBvGbD2w/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many disgruntled, certified teachers of English would disagree with this, including myself to an extent.&nbsp; Problem is that many people don't even like teaching and can't really teach!&nbsp; But my latest epiphany might suggest otherwise (or at least suggest that you don't necessarily have to be certified to enjoy and be a good teacher). &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VV35U09qOpM/Ty1Vh02yf6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/BX2XUU4WoXE/s1600/shouldabeenafireman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VV35U09qOpM/Ty1Vh02yf6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/BX2XUU4WoXE/s400/shouldabeenafireman.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Ok, I agree that you need to have knowledge of your language (and it's certainly helpful to have knowledge of the student's native language, but not totally necessary).&nbsp; English speakers united know that we didn't learn grammar in school in the same way that, let's say, Brazilians learned it.&nbsp; That means that when you suddenly try to teach-up some English grammar to a non-English speaker, you're gonna get served.<br /><br />Understanding your own language is key, but there are also other ways to be a great ESL teacher, even without the years of <i>formacão</i>, or even without a CELTA certificate (neither of which I have and my crappy 40 hour TESL Certificate was completed about 6 years before I started teaching).&nbsp; P.S. I would consider myself a good teacher because a) I love teaching and b) My students told me I am.&nbsp; That's proof enough for me!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPEoD5LIdS0/Ty1YVORTesI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pXsxm2tj5w4/s1600/article-page-main_ehow_images_a06_l0_v8_prep-english-teacher-test-800x800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPEoD5LIdS0/Ty1YVORTesI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pXsxm2tj5w4/s1600/article-page-main_ehow_images_a06_l0_v8_prep-english-teacher-test-800x800.jpg" /></a></div>So some tips, if I may.....<br /><br /><b>Tip #1:&nbsp; PREPARE.&nbsp;</b> Research as much online about parts of a sentence, tenses and forms, conditionals, modals etc etc as you can.&nbsp; You don't wanna look like a dummy.<br /><i>**Side Note</i> I knew none of these terms prior to teaching English.&nbsp; At least I'd forgotten ALL of them, except for maybe adjective, adverb and noun, but that's because I used to play hella MadLibs as a kid.&nbsp; <br /><br /><b>Tip #2:&nbsp; NEEDS, GOALS, TIMEFRAME.&nbsp; </b>Always do a Needs Analysis with your students to find out why they need English, in what contexts they will use English, and what they are interested in.&nbsp; Then follow through with subjects and topics that are interesting to them. <br /><br /><b>Tip #3:&nbsp; STRUCTURE.</b>&nbsp; Ok, some people want conversation classes.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; But I can guarantee they will learn less by ONLY having conversation classes than they would learn if they used a book.&nbsp; Books are your friends.&nbsp; Teachers (especially un-certified ones) are not lesson writers, they are not syllabus creators, and you are doing your students a disservice by not following an order in which they learn grammar.&nbsp; A trained and qualified person has already created an awesome way to present a lesson, why not use it??&nbsp; (I love Oxford books, Danielle uses Cambridge - you get to choose!) <br /><br /><b>Tip #4:&nbsp; BE A PERSON.&nbsp;</b> This is a biggie - While I realize that being structured is important (your students pay you to learn English) they also don't want a classroom setting (or they'd go to Cultural Inglesa).&nbsp; Be a person, people!&nbsp; Be fun.&nbsp; Be funny!&nbsp; Talk about your weeks together.&nbsp; Talk about your plans.&nbsp; Share with them and let them share with you.&nbsp; Care about your students.&nbsp; Recent feedback from a couple of my students is that this is one of the best parts about learning private English. &nbsp; <br /><br /><b>Tip #5: NOW BREAK THE STRUCTURE.&nbsp;</b> Break the structure once in a while (ooo que taboo!) and learn music and songs that THEY like (the temptation to give them music that YOU like is strong, but it's their class, not yours).&nbsp; <a href="http://en.islcollective.com/">Here's a website to give you some ideas.</a>&nbsp; Have a conversation class that lets them vent about their boss or their job.&nbsp; Make sure you always write down their mistakes, though, and give corrective feedback.&nbsp; This is still a class. <br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Tip #6:&nbsp; GIVE CORRECTIVE FEEDBACK.</b>&nbsp; Another reason they're paying you.&nbsp; I divide a sheet of paper into three sections:&nbsp; Vocabulary; Pronunciation; Grammar.&nbsp; I use the <a href="http://www.google.com.br/imgres?q=phonemic+chart&amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;hs=bQi&amp;sa=X&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;biw=1280&amp;bih=593&amp;tbm=isch&amp;prmd=imvns&amp;tbnid=MwoHfyOGppywbM:&amp;imgrefurl=http://annehodgson.de/2011/06/26/pronunciation-page-on-the-progress-moodle/&amp;docid=CkazF3zkvnB6xM&amp;imgurl=http://annehodgson.de/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/phonemicchart.jpg&amp;w=432&amp;h=313&amp;ei=gUstT-TNEs_qtge26-34Dw&amp;zoom=1&amp;iact=hc&amp;vpx=389&amp;vpy=151&amp;dur=764&amp;hovh=184&amp;hovw=254&amp;tx=121&amp;ty=90&amp;sig=100132473772177841275&amp;page=1&amp;tbnh=119&amp;tbnw=164&amp;start=0&amp;ndsp=19&amp;ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0">phonemic chart</a> to illustrate proper pronunciation.&nbsp; You can download a super app to your iPhone called <a href="http://www.soundspronapp.com/?utm_source=OSE%2BPage&amp;utm_medium=pagelink&amp;utm_campaign=OSE%2BSounds%2BAdvert">Sounds</a>.&nbsp; I write their mistake (the way they say it) and ask them to try to understand the mistake before correcting it for them.<br /><br /><b>Tip #7:&nbsp; IF YOU DON'T KNOW, SAY THAT.&nbsp;</b> Don't give false information.&nbsp; Just say you're not sure and that you'll find out.&nbsp; And then do it and follow up.<br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Tip #8:&nbsp; BE ORGANIZED AND PROFESSIONAL.</b>&nbsp; Decide on your goals.&nbsp; I give everyone a FREE experimental class to talk about information and rates.&nbsp; <span class="st">I give them a copy of the information and rates.</span><br />Do you care about a consistent income and schedule?&nbsp; I do.&nbsp; I schedule my students at a regular time.&nbsp; They have the chance to <i>reschedule</i> (not cancel) only one class per month.&nbsp; I charge a monthly price (depending on # of hours per week).&nbsp; I calculate # of hours/week x 52 weeks/year <span class="st">÷ 12 months/year = avg monthly price.&nbsp; My students pay their monthly rates up in their first class of the month. &nbsp; <br /><br />I will stop there, because those are what I consider to be the basics.&nbsp; Everyone has a different teaching style, and you'll definitely learn through trial and error.&nbsp; You'll look back at when you started and realize how little you knew.&nbsp; That's ok.&nbsp; Everyone has to learn somewhere.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span class="st">Not everyone is certified, or a linguistics master, or even loves the language.&nbsp; Sometimes it's your best option in a foreign country.&nbsp; The point of this post was to encourage people who are teaching, or thinking about teaching, to give English the respect it deserves by being a responsible teacher.&nbsp; We are lucky to have our language and are in powerful positions to share it!&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span class="st">Now I know you will all have some additional tips to offer, so post them in the comments!&nbsp; If you're a student of English, post your ideas about great teachers too!&nbsp; The other beauty of teaching is the sharing.&nbsp; Everyone has something different that works for them, and I'm always looking for new innovative ways to do what I do!</span><br /><span class="st"><br /></span><br /><span class="st">Happy Teaching and Peace Out!</span>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-guide-to-being-good-teacher.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-697225587011794426Sun, 29 Jan 2012 14:21:00 +00002012-01-29T12:22:05.715-02:00portugueseLearn Portuguese with a Brazilian<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP-xHPf7PD0/TyVTrPWATPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Krlp9piDRkQ/s1600/learn-portuguese.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP-xHPf7PD0/TyVTrPWATPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Krlp9piDRkQ/s1600/learn-portuguese.gif" /></a></div><br />One of the hardest parts of blending in and feeling happiness in Rio was not speaking Portuguese and my quest to learn the language.&nbsp; Until you have the experience of being 'without words' to communicate, it's difficult to understand the feeling of loneliness, of exclusion and the lack of connection.<br /><br />I always, ALWAYS, encourage people to learn at least a little bit of a language before moving to any country.&nbsp; You will have so much more freedom if you do.<br /><br />I took a Portuguese class before I came to Brazil, but it was nothing compared to the Portuguese I have learned while living here, learning with Brazilians.&nbsp; Learning with a Brazilian is the best way to 'speak Brazilian' - to understand the slang, the cultural references, the double entendres, the rules of society...<br /><br />Whether you are moving to Brazil or already living here, language is the key to your freedom and independence.&nbsp; It's what will paralyze you on your weaker days, and give you the biggest sense of accomplishment on your strong ones.<br /><br />If Brazil is in your present or your future,<a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/p/learn-portuguese-with-brazilian.html"> LEARN PORTUGUESE.</a><br /><br />"But Lindsey, I don't know how to find a Portuguese teacher!"<br /><br />Let me make your life easier and proudly plug someone very near and dear to my heart.&nbsp; His name is Rodrigo and yes, he is my husband.<br /><br />Rodrigo is a Brazilian native and my best Portuguese teacher of all time.&nbsp; He can help you too.&nbsp; Please visit the page at the top of my blog that says "Learn Portuguese with a Brazilian" if you need Portuguese in your life (or if you need Rodrigo in your life, but if that's the case maybe we should talk first! *wink*)<br /><br />But I don't mind sharing, if it helps you communicate better.&nbsp; It's true, without language you get really good at hand gestures and really, miming becomes a skill you didn't know you had.&nbsp; But miming only gets you so far when you're trying to understand social references, like Michel Telo's uberly popular song "Ai, Se Eu Te Pego" (Actually, I take it back.&nbsp; Miming is just fine for this song.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/qGlb0SLw_go/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGlb0SLw_go&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGlb0SLw_go&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />Point is, if you need Brazil you need Portuguese.&nbsp; Rodrigo can help you.<br /><br />P.S. He's cute too so you'll be getting a two for one deal, lucky you!<br /><br />Thanks everyone!<br />Happy Learning!http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/01/learn-portuguese-with-brazilian.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-6675744426427098707Fri, 27 Jan 2012 21:27:00 +00002012-01-27T19:34:32.286-02:00oscarspartiesAnd the Winner Is....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjARqg0JCA/TyMTsrm3saI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iRZ6jLvnJgA/s1600/oscar-2012-live.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjARqg0JCA/TyMTsrm3saI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iRZ6jLvnJgA/s400/oscar-2012-live.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe10-WxcSH0/TyMTKbd6roI/AAAAAAAAAgY/r1yodT1sbWY/s1600/oscarlede1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Did you hear?&nbsp; <a href="http://oscar.go.com/nominees">The Oscar Nominees</a> have been released, for our viewing pleasure!&nbsp; This year the Oscars will be shown on February 26 at 10pm Brazilian Time.<br /><br />Just a little tip, you CAN watch the Oscars without the horrible horrible dubbing.&nbsp; If you're watching on cable, you just have to press the SAP button (we have Net, so it's the green audio button).<br /><br />Why am I so excited about the Oscars?&nbsp; Why, because I am planning my umpteenth annual Oscars party, that's why!&nbsp; In Brazil, it will be the second annual, but many an Oscars party I have attended in my life.&nbsp; This year however, is the first year I've been so ahead of the game.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpBnnfOrshY/TyMUJaqtL7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/51s48T44PTU/s1600/2012-Academy-Award-Nomination-Best-Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpBnnfOrshY/TyMUJaqtL7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/51s48T44PTU/s400/2012-Academy-Award-Nomination-Best-Picture.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My goal this year is to watch every single nominated film before the Oscars.&nbsp; That way I'll even be able to participate in the crappy categories, like Best Sound Mixing or Best Short Film - Live Action (what the hell is that??)&nbsp; Point is, I want to make this a good party and that means you gotta know your product.<br /><br />I usually like to make voting cards so that everyone can vote for who they think will win.&nbsp; This year I'm even gonna take it up a notch and bring betting into the mix.&nbsp; That, or I"ll make it a drinking game.&nbsp; Depends on how broke we are.<br /><br />It is also necessary to dress up for an Oscars' party, in your best Oscars attire.&nbsp; In grade 9 I wore my middle school prom dress, for example.&nbsp; This year, I'll prob go with a short dress but maybe add some gloves or feathers?&nbsp; Feathers always mean fancy.&nbsp; (or tacky, but at your do-it-yourself Oscars party you can afford to be a little tacky!)<br /><br />So, anyone else like to participate in these award shows?&nbsp; Or having theme parties in general?&nbsp; If you read my blog, you already know I'm a fan of themed parties.&nbsp; They make me happy, and that's what it's all about, folks. <br /><br />Happy movie watching!http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-winner-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-2908941324385045834Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:53:00 +00002012-01-27T10:29:53.197-02:00familyfriendsplaces to seespiritsmteaching englishVisitorsyogaHere's to Hoping the World Doesn't End!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1baFj8oKZA/Tx28gCvPrsI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VlpZeXH8GTk/s1600/happynewyear2012ocean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1baFj8oKZA/Tx28gCvPrsI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VlpZeXH8GTk/s400/happynewyear2012ocean.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9wi-npv2qo/Tx2r5-PlLdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nN_vIiTFIuU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Well, almost a month has gone by since my last post and so much has happened.&nbsp; It's not fair for me to keep it all to myself.<br /><br />Side note** I imagined that moving to Botafogo would have given me<i> more</i> time - more time for blogging, class prep, and all of the indoor activities I was used to doing.&nbsp; Our move has done the exact opposite (not complaining) but more time outside and spent with friends means less time for blogging.<br /><br />In the past month since my birthday I've: <br /><br />Had 4 visitors<br />Taken the train to the Cristo<br />Rode the <i>bondinho&nbsp;</i> to Pao de Acucar<br />Taken 1 trip to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umbanda"><i>Tenda Espirita de Umbanda</i></a><br />Read 2 books <br />Done 5 <u>consecutive</u> days of yoga (dotted with several other days)<br />Gone to the beach 3 times<br />Bought a ticket to the Carnaval Parade <br /><br />That's of course not even everything but that's what has taken up the majority of my time for the last few weeks!&nbsp; So far 2012 is off to a great start, with no apocalypse in sight! &nbsp; <br /><br />My first two visitors were my mom and sister.&nbsp; It had been a year since I'd seen them and while the year went fast, so much can change in that time.&nbsp; I notice the changes in myself so much more when I am reunited by my family and friends from home.&nbsp; You might say I've become more 'Brazilian' - I don't know if that's necessarily true but I guess we are all a product of our environments.&nbsp; I certainly like to shower more and clean my house more, wink wink (but I still ALWAYS take my shoes off when I enter the house, because shoes in the house is just gross to me!)<br /><br />I wouldn't say I'm becoming more 'Brazilian' because there are so many things about Brazilian culture that I still don't identify with, and probably never will, since I didn't grow up with the same understanding of the world from Brazilian eyes.&nbsp; Now my eyes are broader (in terms of cultural experiences) than those of my (my specific) Canadian peeps and of my Brazilian peeps.&nbsp; That makes me neither more Canadian nor more Brazilian, it just makes me 'me'.&nbsp; A combination of experiences that could relate with both sides, but at times makes me feel very removed.<br /><br />I have big fears of our inevitable move back to Canada.&nbsp; It's taken a long time to 'assimilate' into Brazilian culture.&nbsp; To learn the language, the general rules of society, how to get around, what the prices of a pineapple should be.&nbsp; A lot of blood, sweat (a freakin' LOT of sweat) and tears (also, a BUTT LOAD of tears) have gone into getting myself to the point I'm at today - a point where I feel I'm actually growing as a person: not standing still, or worse, moving backwards. <br /><br />I feel like it will be difficult to find common ground with people once I'm back home since this huge period of constant adjustment has been the centre of my life for so long.&nbsp; It's the first time in my life that work, money, clothes and 'things' have played so little importance to <b>who I am.&nbsp;&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b><br />I know these things are very important to Canadians (whether they like to believe that or not).&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />They were very important to me, too.&nbsp; They are still important to me, to my happiness.&nbsp; But they aren't the centre of my happiness, like I always felt was the true race to life.&nbsp; To work as much as possible, to make as much as possible, to have a big house, to buy a lot of things, to have a car, to travel everywhere... I feel like I can see things with clearer eyes now.<br />&nbsp; <br />Maybe I can say that because I've found my true calling with English teaching - my job doesn't feel like I'm torturing my soul, like it used to.&nbsp; My true love of language, of teaching others, of sharing information, connecting with people, seeing the product of my work... What if I can't find that again when we move back to Canada?<br /><br />Living in another country is like being on a permanent holiday.&nbsp; Everything is different and new every day, even if you're doing it for the 100th time - it's not the way you grew up doings things.&nbsp; No matter what level of Portuguese you are, you are always hearing a foreign language on the street.&nbsp; Drinking coconut water at the beach still feels like a special event.<br />There is something very exciting about living life this way.&nbsp; Even when nothing really happens, <b>so much is happening every day.&nbsp;</b><br /><br />I think that's why my husband would prefer to live in Canada.&nbsp; If it gave him the same feelings it gives me living in Brazil, I can't blame him.&nbsp; Although for him, it's a much different sensation, I'm sure.<br /><br />The reality is Canada is easier.&nbsp; Canada is more organized.&nbsp; Canadians are polite and they look out for each other, in general.&nbsp; In Brazil, you're fighting the fight alone, give or take a few specific situations that bring the community out in people (Danielle and I talked about this exact topic while at the Farmer's Market by my house - the Market is a place I see a lot of community, but step outside the streets of the market and a car is sure to run you down). <br /><br />Anyway, I didn't even get into more details of what I've done the last month but it has generally been a great month of reflection for me.&nbsp; I also want to talk about the Centro of Umbanda that we went to, which was very interesting and awesome.&nbsp; If you haven't heard of Spiritism in Brazil, or Umbanda (which is not the 'black magic' one) check out the wikipedia def that I linked up above.<br /><br />Other than that, my cats are lovely, my friends are lovely (<a href="http://daniellebrazil.blogspot.com/2012/01/rio-de-janeiro-again.html">Danielle and Alex's weekend here was GREAT GREAT GREAT</a>), and JIM has totally made it possible for me to experience my first <i>Sambodromo </i>during Carnaval!&nbsp; Woo!&nbsp; 2012 is looking fine!&nbsp; (as long as the world doesn't end!)&nbsp; <br /><br />P.S. We aren't moving back to Canada any time soon but we have been doing some life planning which has got the question coming up in my mind... Never hurts to think about it.&nbsp; <br /><br />Does anyone else have the same fears about re-assimilating into your own culture?&nbsp; Or have the experience of actually doing it?&nbsp; <br /><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b><br /></b>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-to-hoping-world-doesnt-end.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-2163581890705853840Tue, 27 Dec 2011 15:14:00 +00002011-12-27T13:14:20.522-02:00birthdayIt's Mah Birfday!Today my husband woke me up at 7am to a really beautiful breakfast-in-bed of eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice and coffee!&nbsp; He has to work today so we did an extra early celebration.&nbsp;<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtaTDiIyF8/TvneTFderTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/whkPcpMnt14/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtaTDiIyF8/TvneTFderTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/whkPcpMnt14/s640/IMG_0564.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little dark out but some editing brightened that up!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Today is the first day I think I've ever spent my birthday alone and I have to say, I am LOVING this day.&nbsp; After that great start, I read a little and then went back to sleep with my two lovely cats and my new birthday present.&nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfQqtrD01pQ/TvneswxPspI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ws-diuauYWY/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfQqtrD01pQ/TvneswxPspI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ws-diuauYWY/s640/IMG_0566.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Later in the day, we did some yoga together.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBQltNCmvyM/TvngAUJtGzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/K7Yn6a-PsNI/s1600/407164_10150436003742003_501407002_9049034_1098343573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBQltNCmvyM/TvngAUJtGzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/K7Yn6a-PsNI/s640/407164_10150436003742003_501407002_9049034_1098343573_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />And now I'm going to ride my bike to teach the one class I have to teach!&nbsp; Such a simple day but I've been feeling SO. MUCH. LOVE!&nbsp;<br /><br />And now The Beatles will sing me Happy Birthday :-) <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/QHRMX9Brq0s/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHRMX9Brq0s&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QHRMX9Brq0s&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-mah-birfday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-8863212745847730731Mon, 26 Dec 2011 19:16:00 +00002011-12-26T17:16:44.398-02:00christmasfamilyholidaysIt's Boxing Day! But where are all the boxes?I can't figure out what to do with my day today.&nbsp; In Canada (as in the UK), today is Boxing Day.&nbsp; That means Holiday.&nbsp; That means giant sales.&nbsp; That means more family time, ultimately making Christmas a 3-day long event, which is followed on the 27th by my birthday and the 31st by New Years.&nbsp;<br /><br />This week is otherwise known as a giant holiday week where I do as much eating and as little working as possible.&nbsp; So why'd I go to work today????&nbsp;<br /><br />Right.&nbsp; Because I'm in Brazil.&nbsp;<br /><br />Working on December 26 just feels wrong!! It makes the Christmas holiday feel incomplete somehow!&nbsp; (I'm whining for nothing - I only actually had one student today, but my HUSBAND has to work and I'm a little lonely without him here)&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP1HqkRsNHA/TvjGUw7zTiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bPI2s3p3BQM/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP1HqkRsNHA/TvjGUw7zTiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bPI2s3p3BQM/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />So, it doesn't really feel like Monday OR Boxing Day, but this weekend happily felt like Christmas for me.&nbsp; December 24th is the Big Day in Brazil, where everyone gathers together (at my Aunt's house in our case) to eat a TON of food, drink a LOT, and wait for midnight.&nbsp; At midnight everyone shouts <i>Feliz Natal! Feliz Natal! </i>and runs around hugging and kissing and smiling and laughing.&nbsp; Then, even without children there to announce it <a href="http://eatrio.net/2011/12/my-least-favourite-brazilian-christmas-tradition.html#comment-2674">Tom</a>, someone inevitably shouts <i>Amigo Oculto!!</i> which is the Brazilian version of Secret Santa.&nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPt0JGD8bbE/TvjHJXwkRgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zFcka6B3I90/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPt0JGD8bbE/TvjHJXwkRgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zFcka6B3I90/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUEgy7592YE/TvjGv6pXoCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TlQetoxve9I/s1600/IMG_0553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUEgy7592YE/TvjGv6pXoCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TlQetoxve9I/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My Christmas sounds a lot like Tom's actually, I swear we are part of different families!<br /><br />Well, as Tom explained, the game in Brazil is to describe your secret friend in a tricky way and make the others guess who you have.&nbsp; I try to distract myself while waiting for my name to be called because when it inevitably is, that means two things:<br />1.You have to gratefully accept your gift (in Portuguese)<br />and 2. You have to describe your secret friend in a funny and clever way (in Portuguese).&nbsp;<br /><br />Luckily for me, just the way I speak Portuguese is funny enough for my family so it's usually not toooo much effort, apart from a little embarrassment (but I'm used to that by now)!&nbsp; Just to be sure, I practiced my speech for about a week.&nbsp; All four sentences of it.&nbsp; It turned out great. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79eCYO65474/TvjH-pGYkII/AAAAAAAAAfM/TBiFSGKn594/s1600/IMG_0548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79eCYO65474/TvjH-pGYkII/AAAAAAAAAfM/TBiFSGKn594/s400/IMG_0548.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;This year we also celebrated with my immediate family "Canadian Style" on Christmas Morning.&nbsp; Laura brought stockings for me on her trip here last month, so everyone had a full stocking to open and after we opened up all the gifts to each other.&nbsp; I got the feeling that everyone liked my family's tradition of opening presents one person at a time, from youngest to oldest.<br /><br />Only a few tears from me this year, on Christmas Eve morning!&nbsp; As soon as the sweet Carribbean sound of Boney-M's "Mary's Boy Child" started up, I couldn't control them.&nbsp; Listen to it and I dare you not to cry.&nbsp; Haha.&nbsp; Love that album!&nbsp; I hope everyone had a nice holiday!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/hxm1FlLSfe4/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxm1FlLSfe4&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxm1FlLSfe4&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-boxing-day-but-where-are-all-boxes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-5260562204601145851Fri, 23 Dec 2011 20:08:00 +00002011-12-23T18:14:42.379-02:00christmascultural differencesholidaysHow will you be spending YOUR Christmas?Ahhh... and so ends my crazy week from hell.&nbsp; I guess it wasn't really that bad - I just lack the vocabulary to describe it any other more creative way.&nbsp; I'mma tired.<br /><br />Since most of my students are taking the last week of December off, I smushed them all into the first couple of weeks of this month so <strike>I wouldn't lose the money</strike> they would stay consistent.&nbsp; Word to the wise, Teachers.&nbsp; You should always insist on rescheduling (by not giving an option!) when there is a holiday.&nbsp; "Oh, it's a holiday?&nbsp; Well let's do that class the Wednesday before, then."&nbsp; FECHADO!<br /><br />Joking aside, it really is better for your students to stay consistent.<br /><br />The end of the teaching week means that Christmas has arrived!!!&nbsp; My first Christmas here was, well, <a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2009/12/familiarities.html">shitty</a>.&nbsp; We had just arrived in Brazil and I couldn't get over a Christmas with palm trees, celebrated on December 24, with an <i>Amigo Oculto</i> (Secret Santa) gift exchange ONLY, and rice served with my turkey.&nbsp; I couldn't accept that I was drinking beer, sweating my butt off in shorts and a tank top, and listening to Christmas carols in Portuguese.&nbsp; It wasn't fair that there was no Santa, no stockings, and no snow. &nbsp; <br /><br />I thought, "This is NOT Christmas.&nbsp; These people don't even know what Christmas is."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kmr-1hzytU/TvTdPyhXYgI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HVelW47j9kA/s1600/holiday-angry-girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kmr-1hzytU/TvTdPyhXYgI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HVelW47j9kA/s400/holiday-angry-girl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-time-in-canada.html">Then last year, I went home last-minute</a> because I couldn't handle the thought of another unfamiliar and lonely Christmas.&nbsp; But my husband couldn't come with me.&nbsp; And the normal location of our Christmas changed due to the death of my uncle.&nbsp; So Christmas at 'home' wasn't like any Christmas I as used to, aside from the snow, stockings and Santa (and my wonderful family, of course!).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKNoKU8OG0/TvTct_skSVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NL4N1cNPtCc/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKNoKU8OG0/TvTct_skSVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NL4N1cNPtCc/s400/images.jpg" width="314" /></a></div>But it was then that I realized that Christmas could, and would, be different now that I was married, had gained a family, lost some family and shared my life with someone else (and in another country to boot!).&nbsp; It was a good opportunity to start new traditions and create 'our own' traditions (I'm pretty big on traditions).<br /><br />This year my therapist really brought it home for me by explaining that Christmas, for many people, is the biggest event of the year because it's the time that we like to 'reflect and connect'.&nbsp; It's a time to look inside ourselves, evaluate our years, and connect with all the most important people in our lives.&nbsp; When it's 1000 degrees outside, it's not so easy to come by that 'warm, cozy' feeling - instead, you have more of that 'sweltering, crazy' feeling.&nbsp; But despite the haze of heat, we foreigners have to summon the 'feeling' of Christmas and re-create it in way that lets us tap into the real reason we love this holiday.&nbsp; Food, Family and the Joy of Sharing, Giving, and Receiving.&nbsp; And that can be done just about anywhere!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaLdPGSRIhY/TvTfqSmKDpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/k0PW1jF_jlk/s1600/hope%252Bfaith%252Bpeace%252Blove%252Bbelieve%252Bstones%252Bheader%252Bnew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaLdPGSRIhY/TvTfqSmKDpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/k0PW1jF_jlk/s400/hope%252Bfaith%252Bpeace%252Blove%252Bbelieve%252Bstones%252Bheader%252Bnew.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My advice if you're feeling sad this Christmas?&nbsp; Try to repeat at least one of the most important traditions you and your family have shared in the past.&nbsp; Mine is stockings on Christmas morning and opening our gifts one gift and one person at a time.&nbsp; We're also going to make North American Breakfast on Christmas morning. <br /><br />But we're also going to have Brazilian Christmas on the 24th!&nbsp; The key is to combine the best of both worlds and create new traditions that make everyone remember the reason for the season!&nbsp; (P.S. This is the time of year my Brazilian sappiness really comes out!)<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MukTnbUQAa0/TvTfCkoOJiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NILNs6cgA8k/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MukTnbUQAa0/TvTfCkoOJiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NILNs6cgA8k/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas just isn't Christmas without some cats wearing Santa hats...</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />So Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah or whatever tradition it is that you like to celebrate!&nbsp; Here in Brazil, we'll be opening stockings on Christmas morning and going to the beach in the afternoon!&nbsp; It's a crazy life...http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-will-you-be-spending-your-christmas.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-8044946643675150069Wed, 14 Dec 2011 14:15:00 +00002011-12-14T18:00:01.561-02:00friendshaircutstipswaxingBonding Time with Friends: A Story of Waxing, Beers, and Haircuts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Dtx9lEX2Ok/TuitnlXBujI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zb7zZjo9GmI/s1600/funny-friendship-picture-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Dtx9lEX2Ok/TuitnlXBujI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zb7zZjo9GmI/s400/funny-friendship-picture-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />There is nothing quite like the value of friendship.&nbsp; Especially when you are a Stranger in a Strange Land.&nbsp; <i>(YES!&nbsp; You don't know how happy I am to make that reference for myself, finally!)</i><br /><br />Maybe you've been wondering, "How can I bring my friendships closer?&nbsp; How can we have a more intimate relationship with my girlfriends?"&nbsp; The answer is:&nbsp; Waxing.<br />Girls waxing their crotches together is a speedy and reliable way to bring you to a level of comfort and&nbsp; intimacy you never thought possible.&nbsp; I've referenced <a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/11/friendship-in-brazil.html">other intimate waxing experiences</a> in the past *ahem, watched Laura get a Brazilian, ahem* so you can trust me that I'm experienced in this field. &nbsp; <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4qIb2J-uHM/TuiuVJxP21I/AAAAAAAAAcc/rgW8wprHy8E/s1600/Best-waxing-salons-in-bend-oregon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4qIb2J-uHM/TuiuVJxP21I/AAAAAAAAAcc/rgW8wprHy8E/s400/Best-waxing-salons-in-bend-oregon.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haha!&nbsp; Waxing neither feels nor looks ANYTHING like this!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Just the nature of the activity demands that you discuss your crotches in detail with each other.&nbsp; Details you'd probably be embarrassed to share in any other circumstance (but this is Brazil and Brazilians are notorious for being insanely comfortable talking about and showing off their bodies, so you join the party).<br /><br />It's extra special when two of your party are getting the wax for <b>the very first time, ever.</b>&nbsp; It's total unknown territory, and the idea of a stranger putting her hands all over an area which in the past has strictly been reserved for yourself, your partner, and your doctor is a little unnerving and guaranteed to bring you closer to your friends (physically closer, out of pure terror). <br /><br />Then when one friend says, "This comes without the anus, right?"<br />and you say, "Oh no, this one comes <i>with </i>the anus waxed"<br />and she says, "No!! I don't want to wax my anus!!"<br />and you say, "Yes you do.&nbsp; You definitely want to wax your anus.&nbsp; She'll have the <i>Virilha Total </i>WITH the anus waxed, please."<br /><br />Well, it goes without saying that you've now discussed waxing your friends' anus and therefore you are now, officially, closer than ever.&nbsp; <br /><br />The anus in question come up again later as you're, as gently as possible, trying to coach your friends through the waxing process.<br /><br />"Then she will tell you to <i>vira </i>and <i>segura seu bum bum</i>".<br />"We have to turn over and hold our asses open to wax the anus?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"<br />(Exclamations NOT an exaggeration!!!!!!!!)<br />"Yes, you will need to hold the cheeks to help her out."<br />"Do we have to get on all fours???????" (this one made us laugh hysterically for around 7 minutes)<br />"No", I answer while wiping tears away.&nbsp; "You can lay on your stomach, just hold your bum open!"<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;**** Several stressful moments (for everyone) later, you're all smooth as a baby****<br /><br />Having a freshly waxed crotch also makes you want to, obviously, drop your pants and show it off!&nbsp; This may or may not be a good idea, but I suppose that depends on the deepness of the intimacy of your friendships.&nbsp; My friends and I still have a few more waxes to get through before we reach this level, but it was definitely on the table! <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90w6ySc1SME/TuiwPWB2wYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TAPo-YFvaMI/s1600/chopp.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90w6ySc1SME/TuiwPWB2wYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TAPo-YFvaMI/s320/chopp.png" width="320" /></a></div>After a lot of sweating and heart pounding, but albeit a good quality wax, beer is a definite must.&nbsp; You need to discuss, in detail, the proceedings of the waxing.<br />"Did it hurt as much as you thought?" <br />"Well, she put one slab of wax on and couldn't get it off because the hair was <i>too long</i>!&nbsp; I started to wonder if maybe I could just live with this giant slab of dried wax on my crotch forever."<br /><br />After you get a little tipsy at the bar, it's time to part ways.&nbsp; Two of you decide to make it a whole day of hair removal and get your hair cut (<a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/09/cutting-your-hair-in-brazil.html">even though we already know how this is another stress point for you</a>).&nbsp; Since you have no evidence of a good place to cut your hair, you wander into the best looking place you pass.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tviu0g9KzN0/Tuiw0oNQc_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MLfv7fvMAKU/s1600/bad_haircut_xlarge.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tviu0g9KzN0/Tuiw0oNQc_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/MLfv7fvMAKU/s200/bad_haircut_xlarge.jpeg" width="173" /></a></div>Hair cutting with a friend is very intimate, especially because you get to watch, and be watched, during that moment in every haircut that makes you think "Oh no, this is gonna look like shit.... oh wait, she fixed that part.&nbsp; Ok, crisis averted."<br /><br />In the end, it works out because you are with your friend and that gives you some kind of super power moral support! <br /><br />And so concludes The Guide to Bonding With Your Friends!&nbsp; A lovely day it was!&nbsp; Thanks girls :)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEsu4MJy8fo/TuivvwcfFwI/AAAAAAAAAck/BMUd3Fv0aHA/s1600/1358326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEsu4MJy8fo/TuivvwcfFwI/AAAAAAAAAck/BMUd3Fv0aHA/s400/1358326.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/bonding-time-with-friends-story-of.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-2721560840489760603Sat, 10 Dec 2011 17:11:00 +00002011-12-10T15:11:29.283-02:00I've Been Featured!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzCWcLhCQtE/TuOSn8STaBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iq1SAk434-M/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzCWcLhCQtE/TuOSn8STaBI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iq1SAk434-M/s1600/index.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LL_PC-GhUDs/TuOSgPZfEGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Vy5BDXif9o4/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Amelia and Laura over at <a href="http://theharvestkitchensisters.blogspot.com/">The Harvest Kitchen Sisters</a> have featured me as a guest on their blog!&nbsp; How exciting for me!!<br /><br />I've linked their site <a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazy-sunday.html">before</a>, particularly for Amelia's <a href="http://theharvestkitchensisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-deliciousness.html">amazing pancake recipe</a> (that is decidedly my ONLY pancake recipe - and one that my Brazilian husband has MASTERED).<br /><br />Anyway, please visit their site for my<a href="http://theharvestkitchensisters.blogspot.com/2011/12/friends-of-hks-guest-blogger-series_09.html#comment-form"> latest blog about Hiring a Housekeeper in Brazil</a>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-been-featured.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-3365128992537321672Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:39:00 +00002011-12-03T16:42:16.006-02:00new yearsDecember already?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXd1AQBkQYU/TtpspH3KI7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ufCXA86rCO4/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXd1AQBkQYU/TtpspH3KI7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ufCXA86rCO4/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br />The last two weeks have gone by so fast!&nbsp; Since Laura left, I've been keeping busy with work, friends and believe it or not, reading.<br /><br />Seeing as I have one month left in this year, I wanted to reflect on everything that's gone right and that I've changed for the better in my life.&nbsp; Actually, looking back on the past year (which has flown by!!!), I'm a little disappointed, yet not at all surprised, that I didn't keep my <a href="http://www.gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-non-resolutions.html">New Year's Non Resolutions</a>.<br /><br />1.&nbsp; <b>Blog more funny stories.&nbsp; </b>Well, just by counting the number of posts this year vs. last year, I've already failed on the NUMBER of blogs I've produced, but at least my blogs haven't gone <i>down</i> in quality!&nbsp; (Well, you all can be the judges of that one)<br /><br />2. <b>Start taking Portuguese classes.</b>&nbsp; Do the two classes I took count?&nbsp; I took two, didn't really like her, made up some crappy excuse, and never looked back.<br /><br />3. <b>Settle in and make Rio my 'home'.&nbsp; </b>After a rocky start with our first apartment, I can happily say that this one we have accomplished.<br /><br />4. <b>Learn to drive stick shift.&nbsp; </b>Ha.&nbsp; Well, I did go out for one driving lesson with Ro when I got back from Canada.&nbsp; But we sold our car earlier this year (thank the lord!).&nbsp; So no stick shift.&nbsp; But also (happily) no car.<br /><br /><br />Alright, so if we were to evaluate purely by what I wrote down, it looks as if I didn't do so well.&nbsp; But some other "non-resolutions" that I came up with throughout the year I did better with.&nbsp; So let's examine my B-Side resolutions instead.<br /><br />1b) <b>Read more. (And later, read more <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Atwood">Margaret Atwood</a>).&nbsp;&nbsp; </b>Win!&nbsp; In the two months I read a book per month and one of those was Margaret Atwood.&nbsp; That equals 2 books in case you were feeling confused (it happens).<br /><b></b><br />2b) <b>Try to find my own Happiness.&nbsp; </b>I read the book The Happiness Project but more importantly, after moving to Botafogo, I was able to pursue my friendships, spend more time with my husband, ride my bike, and run in some beautiful places - HUGE sources of my happiness.<br /><br />3b) <b>See a Psychologist.&nbsp; </b>I found the most wonderful woman (thanks to a good friend) who speaks English!&nbsp; She is not covered by my Health Plan but it doesn't matter.&nbsp; Paying her with my hard-earned cash has been one of the most releasing experiences in understanding myself, my actions, and also how to let things GO!&nbsp; <br /><br />4b) <b>Do acupuncture.&nbsp; </b>Before we moved to Botafogo I did 3 sessions of Acupuncture which made me feel AMAZING.&nbsp; It was a quick run, but it made a big difference.<br /><br />So did anyone else out there make any 'non-resolutions'?&nbsp; How are they going?&nbsp; Do you usually keep your goals or let them shrivel up like George's penis?&nbsp; :)&nbsp; Happy December!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/BEnKLhi83J8/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEnKLhi83J8&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEnKLhi83J8&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-already.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-5113657649721348184Fri, 18 Nov 2011 20:21:00 +00002011-11-18T19:42:59.887-02:00friday afternoon dance requestFriday Afternoon Dance RequestBAAHAHAHA!<br /><br />Today this song came up on my iPod playlist - I had almost forgotten all about it!&nbsp; I first heard it in Canada and was disgustingly drawn to the tune.&nbsp; I guess there's no stopping a repetitive dance-instruction song and a white girl.<br /><br />Ahhh hahaha... I'm going to stop laughing and just let you watch it.&nbsp; It's like Brazilian funk music meets the Macarena.&nbsp; Oh the hilarity.<br /><br />It's even more hilarious now that I actually understand about 60% of it.&nbsp; I DEFINITELY played this song at my wedding.&nbsp; Not even joking.<br /><br />All I ask is that if you watch this video,&nbsp; PLEASE try to do the dance.&nbsp; And if possible, film it and post to your blog for my laughing pleasure.<br /><br />Without further ado.... My favourite characters are all of them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Ktgsn_G59os/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ktgsn_G59os&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ktgsn_G59os&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-afternoon-dance-request.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-5184651934125185073Fri, 18 Nov 2011 00:48:00 +00002011-11-17T22:49:29.028-02:00cultural differencesportugueseFeel like an ass in Brazil? Read this post.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bYRq-GCoRw/TsWpjREEr_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/FBUdWlsY2Ow/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bYRq-GCoRw/TsWpjREEr_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/FBUdWlsY2Ow/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br />I felt inspired by <a href="http://rachel-oddsandends.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-isnt-always-easy-in-paradise.html">Rachel's post </a>today about life in paradise not always being easy.&nbsp; Many of the commenters were relatively new foreigners living in Brazil and their stories of their struggles brought me right back to my first months (ok, year and a half) here as well (even though I still feel like I'm new and I've been here almost 2 years, crazy).<br /><br />Some of my <a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2010/07/goddamn-it-ive-been-so-emotional-past.html">old posts</a> were a liiiiiiiiitle <a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2010/09/aaaaand-im-back.html">depressed </a>and frankly, <a href="http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-does-any-expat-do-it.html">depressing</a>.<br /><br />Looking back on all my <strike>whining,</strike> <strike>bitching and </strike><strike>cries for help</strike> whining, bitching and cries for help (not a typo), I'm impressed at how much things have changed for me.&nbsp; Rachel said that she was being a big baby in the beginning - I was a giant baby too, but at the same time I don't know if I would have been able to do it any differently... <br /><br />Anyone out there who is new to Brazil or thinking about coming - the biggest challenge in moving to another country (and it could be any country) is that usually you are dealing with a million new things at the same time.&nbsp; Language, culture, social norms (like how to eat/not eat in public), lack of friends, lack of knowing the city, and in many cases a completely new marriage or baby as well.<br /><br />Word to the wise, your inevitable psychological breakdown in your new country is not the country's fault (although, it definitely feels like it is).&nbsp; It's not even necessarily the fault of your specific situation in Brazil.&nbsp; It all comes down to you and how you deal with these firey demon-balls you are faced with. &nbsp; <br />How many times can you face defeat, frustration, or conflict and still get back up and do it again?&nbsp; Don't be fooled into thinking that crap is constantly falling on your head <i>just</i> because you live in a foreign country.&nbsp; Even at home in your own country you feel the stress of your job, your friends, your housing situation, your new marriage/relationship/baby or whatever.&nbsp; The common denomonator in all of this is you and your attitude will ultimately determine your success or lack thereof.<br /><br />The other peice of advice I have is RELAX.&nbsp; Seriously, sometimes you need to just go with it and accept that you're going to feel like a 3 year old in an adult's body learning how to speak for the first time.&nbsp; News flash.&nbsp; You are a 3 year old in an adult's body learning how to speak for the first time!<br /><br />If you're totally frustrated because your umbrella poked an old lady in the eye and you couldn't apologize because your Portuguese wasn't at that level yet, that's ok.&nbsp; Feel shitty about it, and then learn from that situation.&nbsp; Practice saying "ahh desculpa!&nbsp; Peço mil desculpas!" 1000 times until you've got it down.&nbsp; Feeling like an ass is the best way to learn how NOT to speak Portuguese.<br /><br />And finally, speaking Portuguese is the best way to learn how NOT to feel like an ass!&nbsp; www.livemocha.com is a great free site to get you started.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />You can dooooo it!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/wlI8Ie9YVJA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlI8Ie9YVJA&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlI8Ie9YVJA&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/11/feel-like-ass-in-brazil-read-this-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-7799179207062935055Wed, 16 Nov 2011 13:03:00 +00002011-11-16T11:03:15.090-02:00gringahandicappedportugueseI'm Not a Gringa!!!Ok, yes, I am.&nbsp; But I'm not!&nbsp;<br /><br />A little something that <strike>seriously annoyed me</strike> I noticed while Laura was here was how everytime her blond hair and blue eyes were standing beside me, I got the "Gringa Treatment".&nbsp; Let me just clarify that when I'm alone on the street (which is usually) people don't even bat an eye.&nbsp; They don't usually ask me if I'm a Gringa, or if I'm from another place, or even comment really.&nbsp; But standing next to Laura, it was like their Gringo-Spidey Sense was on full blast.&nbsp;<br /><br />I've never been asked, "Você é Gringa?" "Voce fala Português?" "Você e da onde?" SO MANY TIMES.&nbsp; Argh.&nbsp;<br /><br />So you may be thinking, 'but, uhhh, you ARE Gringa....'.&nbsp; I see your point.&nbsp; And you are correct.&nbsp; Technically.&nbsp; But when you've put as much effort into learning a language, trying to understand a foreign culture that goes against many of your instincts, and just trying to be <i>normal</i>, you'd be pissed too when people are calling you out like snowflakes in July.&nbsp; Or just snowflakes in Brazil in general.&nbsp; Which is what we were.&nbsp; Snowflakes.&nbsp; Big ass, white, shiny snowflakes.&nbsp;<br /><br /><br />I have reached a level of Portuguese that makes people look at me and think "Oh, she must be handicapped.&nbsp; I know she's speaking Portuguese, but it's kind of funny.&nbsp; Good for her!&nbsp; Doing things in the world all by herself!&nbsp; Way to represent the handicap, Weird Portuguese-Speaking Girl!"<br /><br />And I take that as the utmost compliment.&nbsp;<br /><br />But I don't stand a chance to even be a handicapped Brazilian with other Gringas around me!<br /><br />So Gringo Friends, if in the future I suddenly run away from you on the street in an attempt to stand out less, please dont be offended.&nbsp; I just don't want my hard-earned efforts to go to waste!http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-gringa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-1771303023294627795Tue, 15 Nov 2011 12:34:00 +00002011-11-15T12:43:01.777-02:00bloggersfriendsholidaysthe little thingsVisitorswomenzona sulFriendship in BrazilOr rather, friendship COMES to Brazil!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haWAVohU-1Q/TsJckcuRbyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/e0tPvxbX1Cw/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haWAVohU-1Q/TsJckcuRbyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/e0tPvxbX1Cw/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />I've been M.I.A. for the past two weeks because my good friend Laura was visiting me here in Rio.&nbsp; We spent two great weeks together doing all things Brazilian: Travelling to São Paulo (seeing Danielle for a millisecond); Riding bikes around Zona Sul; Going to Leme Beach; Visiting Pão de Açucar; Getting manicures, getting waxed, getting tipsy; Eating a great restaurants, eating at home, eating HEALTHY; But most of all enjoying each others' company because we hadn't seen each other in a year.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKK6Lef4tRQ/TsJc7jK4zbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/v6cp2o7gvjo/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMLOZk1BGsQ/TsJdCCW8hgI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ufWSOiXpv4/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMLOZk1BGsQ/TsJdCCW8hgI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ufWSOiXpv4/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />It's sometimes a hard reminder when you spend time with your really old friends from your former home.&nbsp; A reminder that even across time zones and languages your friendships can still remain strong, if not stronger, despite the distance.&nbsp; The fact is, these kind of friendships take time to cultivate.&nbsp; Time and quite probably embarrassing moments - my friends from Canada can attest to the fact that we've all had some awesomely embarrassing moments together.&nbsp; For God's sake, I watched Laura get a Brazilian wax last year when she couldn't communicate with the waxing lady and the waxing lady insisted I stay to help.&nbsp; Nothing builds a friendship like watching your friend get her thang waxed.&nbsp; (Sorry Laur, I needed that story to emphasize my point) ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n8Sp5CEEiI/TsJep37PpCI/AAAAAAAAAao/vbyPf-izBBM/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n8Sp5CEEiI/TsJep37PpCI/AAAAAAAAAao/vbyPf-izBBM/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />And while my new friendships in Brazil are also fantastic, they just don't have that 'time' factor yet.&nbsp; As Leslie says on the show Parks and Recreation "So what did you guys talk about? Old times? Oh, I love talking about old times. New times are great too, but there's just something about old times. You know what I mean?"&nbsp; Well said, Leslie.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHEkv4jqK2k/TsJf8tB2BYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VyKWhqeXJw4/s1600/384225_10150281736503239_501873238_6988637_173667704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHEkv4jqK2k/TsJf8tB2BYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VyKWhqeXJw4/s320/384225_10150281736503239_501873238_6988637_173667704_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />So I guess the point of this sappy, sad post (gimme a break!&nbsp; Laura went home yesterday and I'm all depressed) is that I am really grateful for both of my worlds.&nbsp; My <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brave_New_World">Aldous Huxley world</a> and my Old World.&nbsp; But it sure is hard living in a parallel universe.&nbsp; I wish they could exist together as one life but at the same time, one wouldn't really even exist without the reality of the other.&nbsp; I did manage to bring them together, just a little bit ;) <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APBumHXPM6U/TsJjBZqC1yI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BS3onZiTxGM/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APBumHXPM6U/TsJjBZqC1yI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BS3onZiTxGM/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6c1EPc_K2zo/TsJ6Y_I8NgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9F6pm3_34YY/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6c1EPc_K2zo/TsJ6Y_I8NgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9F6pm3_34YY/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />On a positive note, I got to learn about my friend in a different way than either of us had experienced with the other.&nbsp; I suppose you could say that we uncovered each others' neuroses after sharing a house for 2 weeks.&nbsp; It was great waking up with her here in the morning, making breakfast together and sitting in front of the 'sitting' window (it's a great window we have for sitting and looking outside).&nbsp; Working together to keep the house in order then deciding what to do for the day.&nbsp; It was really nice to have her company.&nbsp; And the time went by so quickly.&nbsp; Le sigh.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpM8xOMAg4E/TsJjQWy2DJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Ia3uyQvqJ8U/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpM8xOMAg4E/TsJjQWy2DJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Ia3uyQvqJ8U/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />It does keep me excited for the next guests we have coming - my mom and sister will be here for New Years this year!&nbsp; Lucky me!&nbsp; <br /><br />For now, it's sad movie watching and laying on the couch.&nbsp; Tomorrow I'll be good as new ;-)http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/11/friendship-in-brazil.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160647031280507069.post-3034220180070509049Wed, 02 Nov 2011 23:46:00 +00002011-11-02T21:48:51.736-02:00foodfriendsHalloweenpartiesImpromptu Hallowe'en Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ENDsK1MlJFk/TrHTr8P9bVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Et0JOZaEkRA/s1600/IMG_4705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ENDsK1MlJFk/TrHTr8P9bVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Et0JOZaEkRA/s320/IMG_4705.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />If the mountain won't go to Mohammad.... <br /><br />We'll bring the Hallowe'en Party to us!&nbsp; So I've met a few new people here over the last couple of weeks who are really filling out my lovely group of 'friends' here.&nbsp; No, no, friends deserves no quotations.&nbsp; For the first time in my Brazilian life though, I really feel like I have people I can call up to hang out with for all kinds of different reasons.&nbsp; People who fulfill different parts of my life and who are all amazing, wonderful people.<br /><br />Some of those people live in Rio.&nbsp; Some don't.&nbsp; A few of the Rio-dwellers were feeling sad about not having Hallowe'en, so at the last minute we decided to shut up and plan a 'party'.&nbsp;&nbsp; Party gets quotations because the whole purpose was really to dress up, eat candy and watch a scary movie.&nbsp; Not an epic Hallowe'en party or anything... but decent all the same.<br /><br />I, for one, LOVE Hallowe'en!&nbsp; It's right up there with Christmas, for me.&nbsp; But Brazil doesn't really love Hallowe'en so much so it's kinda difficult to find a costume and other Halloweeny things.<br /><br />We coped.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKX9YZD0Of0/TrHVdiNKgoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/m-6udUwSePA/s1600/IMG_4709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKX9YZD0Of0/TrHVdiNKgoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/m-6udUwSePA/s320/IMG_4709.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I carved little jack-o-lanterns into some clementines.&nbsp; I found R$15 jack-o-lantern votive holders.&nbsp; My friend Emily found an awesome trick-or-treat pumpkin and filled it with Brazilian chocolate.&nbsp; Julie and I even found gummy candy in the shape of teeth and worms!&nbsp; Score!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Plus everyone found/made awesome costumes! I was so impressed!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCi_RsQomdM/TrHTzWJT7BI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-do9UHVv25s/s1600/IMG_4724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCi_RsQomdM/TrHTzWJT7BI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-do9UHVv25s/s320/IMG_4724.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvN9cC7jo8I/TrHV3FisgGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Ml8Sy7Sqkwo/s1600/IMG_4690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvN9cC7jo8I/TrHV3FisgGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Ml8Sy7Sqkwo/s320/IMG_4690.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4yhwQ0EbrY/TrHWE3xZwcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RP1imM4hF0I/s1600/IMG_4726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4yhwQ0EbrY/TrHWE3xZwcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RP1imM4hF0I/s320/IMG_4726.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Then I worked my magic with the help of a little friend I like to call '<a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/">Martha</a>'. <br /><br />Made some<a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/334268/devilish-eggs"> 'devilish' eggs.&nbsp;</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xti-ti214eI/TrHT3r1PsEI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5U8_wtlU_Sw/s1600/IMG_4716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xti-ti214eI/TrHT3r1PsEI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5U8_wtlU_Sw/s320/IMG_4716.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;Some Bloody Sangria.&nbsp; Some <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/313524/slime-rickeys?czone=holiday/halloween-center/halloween-center-desserts">Slime Rickeys punch.</a>&nbsp; And topped it off with <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/348560/lychee-and-blueberry-or-cranberry-eyebal">bleeding eyeballs</a> made from lychee and blueberry.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abjDkQdMS6Y/TrHT8dYPEDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/22VUKgBDw7k/s1600/IMG_4702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abjDkQdMS6Y/TrHT8dYPEDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/22VUKgBDw7k/s320/IMG_4702.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Everyone else brought wine and snacks.&nbsp; We ate and talked and then cuddled up to watch The Exorcist.&nbsp; Classic.<br /><br />I love celebrating my traditions here with people who appreciate them.&nbsp; While I also love celebrating and learning about the Brazilians traditions, there's nothing like bringing 'home' to you to make living here just a little bit more familiar and fun. <br /><br />Hope everyone had a nice Hallowe'en!http://gringagoestobrazil.blogspot.com/2011/11/impromptu-halloween-party.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lindsey Costard)4